The Housekeeper - Chapter 3 (Part 3 of 3)

The Housekeeper

By Karen Singer

Chapter 3 (Part 3 of 3)

     It wasn’t that Roger exactly minded doing the laundry and cleaning up the house, it was just that he minded doing it because she was making him do it – while wearing the overstuffed bra!  It irked him terribly.  But he didn’t say anything or make even the slightest indication that he wasn’t happy for fear of what else she might do.  After spending so much time restrained and unable to move at all, the few chores she wanted done seemed like heaven. 

     As he worked, he didn’t fail to notice that she never really took her eyes off of him.  When he went into the kitchen, she moved so that she could still see him.  If he went into the bedroom or master bathroom, she was still always visible.  Obviously, she didn’t trust him… which didn’t bode well for the future.

     When dinner time came, she had him fix a couple of frozen dinners that were in the freezer.  She wouldn’t let him eat at the table with her so he had to sit on the floor again, but at least she didn’t cuff his hands and she even gave him a spoon to eat with… although no knife or fork, which made cutting up the meat that much more difficult.  Still, it was a vast improvement – and it wasn’t Burger King for a change.

     When dinner was over, she made him wash what few dishes were left, then she banished him to sit in his little area of the kitchen corner again while she rummaged through his cabinets.  “Don’t you have any jars or plastic containers for saving leftovers?” she asked as she opened another cabinet door.

     Leftovers?  What leftovers?  They had eaten TV dinners and everything was already cleaned up!  “Top cabinet in the corner,” he replied, mystified by her request.

     She opened the cabinet and immediately saw the few containers that he owned.  Each one had a plastic lid already attached.  She had to reach way up, standing on her toes to get one, but she couldn’t quite grab the one she wanted. 

      “Would you like me to get it for you?” he asked. 

     She looked at him.  “Why do people always put things up so high?” she asked.  But she backed away, giving him plenty of room.

     He got up and walked over to the cabinet.  “Which one?” he asked. 

      “Take them all down so I can see them.”

     The reach was fairly high for him too, but not nearly as bad as it was for her.  For some reason he got the impression that the fact that he could reach them and she couldn’t was making her angry.  When they were all down, he asked.  “Anything else?”

     Frustrated that he could so easily do what she couldn’t, she sulkingly said, “No!”  He backed out of the way again. 

     She looked at each container carefully, trying to guess which one would work the best.  She really had no clue what to expect.  Momma wanted him to do it every night.  Would she need a really big one?  Finally, she decided on a medium sized container.  She picked it up and stood back again.  “You can put those away now.” 

     Smilingly, he did just as she asked.  At least she didn’t look as mad this time.

      “Wait for me in the unfinished room,” she told him.

     Roger wasn’t happy to hear that at all.  There was too much of a chance she might tie him up again.  “But I’ve been good!” he argued.

      “Just go!” she ordered.

     Silently, he did as he was told.  When he turned into the unfinished bedroom where he had spent so many miserable hours, he noticed that she continued on towards the master bedroom.  It was the first time all afternoon that she wasn’t in sight.  But she returned quickly, the plastic leftover container in one hand, and the handcuffs in her other hand. 

      “Strip!” she commanded.  “Just leave your bra on.”

Her command didn’t really surprise him.  Well, the part about the bra did a little.  Slowly, he removed all his clothes until he was left with only the bra and the tee-shirts she had made him stuff into it. 

      “On your knees!” she ordered.  “Back up to one of those boards and put your legs around it!”

     Roger wasn’t happy at all, it looked like he was in for more misery, but he did as she directed.  She swiftly went through to the other side of the stud wall and before he knew it, she had his ankles tied together with the wall stud between them.  He wasn’t going anywhere again! 

      “Right hand!” she ordered.  Hating having to do it, he reached back with his right hand and felt her quickly snapping handcuffs to his wrist.  He started to bring his other arm back too, but she continued pulling on his right arm until it met up with the rope cuffs on his ankles.  He heard a click, and he couldn’t bring his arm back anymore.  She had attached the arm to his ankles but left his other arm free.  It wasn’t the most comfortable of positions, but she had already done far worse.

     She stood in front of him and stared at him.  She needed him to do as her mother wanted, but now she saw another problem – the tape was still in place, holding his manhood back between his legs.  “Get that tape off of there!”

     Being right-handed, and only having his left hand to work with, made the impossible task all that much more difficult.  Not being able to see what he was doing didn’t help either, because the way she had restrained him coupled with the huge mass of faux breasts attached to his chest didn’t give him any chance at all of seeing much of anything down there.  He did his best though to pry the tape up and pull it with his fingers, but the way it was stuck to all his hair made it way too painful to just rip off.  It was very slow going, and very painful!  But he too wanted the darn tape gone!

     Carol sat in the chair and watched him impatiently.  Why couldn’t he just rip it off?  She listened to his whining as he let out small little cries of pain each time he pulled at it.  A few minutes later, there were tears forming in his eyes.  As much as she enjoyed seeing him miserable and crying, she didn’t want to wait all night.  And with as little progress as he seemed to be making, it looked like it was going to take just that long!   

     Too impatient with his progress, she got up out of her chair and went over to him.  She didn’t want to touch him down there, but it looked like she wasn’t going to have a choice.  She knocked his hand out of the way.  She could see that the inch or so of tape that he had managed to remove so far was thickly covered with his hair that had been pulled out.  She grabbed what she could and yanked for all she was worth.  He screamed bloody murder as the tape started to rip free – then slipped out of her hand. 

     He was crying and screaming and grabbing at his groin as if the world were coming to an end.  “Oh shut up you baby!  It can’t be that bad!”  She reached for the tape again, but his hand covering it wouldn’t move.  He began cursing a blue streak at her.  Angry, she got to her feet and stomped out of the room.  When she came back, she didn’t go into the room with him, but rather into the room on the other side of the stud wall where she would be behind him.  She had a length of rope in her hands. 

     She reached around him and tried to grab his free hand, but he was too intent on keeping it in place, covering his still stinging groin.  Frustrated, she went back through the wall with her rope.  He tried to fight her off, but having just the one hand to work with made her more than a match for him.  It took a minute, but she finally got one end of the rope tied around his wrist.  She stood back and pulled hard.  Fighting her now, he pulled back too.  She made progress, but it was difficult.  She ran to the side of him going back through the stud wall a few feet away, pulling the rope around one of the studs.  She pulled hard, putting her weight behind it as gradually his hand came further and further away from his private parts… until finally it was all the way up against the wall stud the rope was pulled around.  She quickly wrapped the rope all the way around both the stud and his wrist and tied them off.  He couldn’t protect himself now.  He was squirming and cursing at her like she couldn’t believe. 

     Going back through the stud wall, she spotted the stained pink panties that had filled his mouth before.  She picked them up, they were mostly dry to the touch now, but she could still smell them.  She brought them closer and closer to his head, intent on stuffing them into his mouth.  He shook his head violently back and forth so she couldn’t do what she wanted to do with them.  He closed his mouth tightly.  With his arms completely out of the way, she grabbed his head and held it still.  She had to hold his nose to get him to open his mouth, and the moment he did, she started stuffing the foul panties inside.  Further and further, till they completely filled his mouth.  His shouts were nothing but muffled moans now.  Quickly, she grabbed the tape and began wrapping it around his head so he couldn’t get them out again. 

     Only when she had finished did she allow herself a moment to stand back and relax.  He was crying again – the big baby.  What could have been so bad about pulling on the tape that would cause that kind of reaction?  He had fought her, and fought her hard.  But she had won.  She should have felt elated, but all she felt was perturbed because she had to wrestle with him in the first place. 

      “I actually thought you were going to like what I have to make you do,” she said to him.  “But now I hope it only makes you more miserable!”  With that, she once again grabbed the tape that was still attached to him.  The free end was longer now and gave her a much better grip.  He suddenly began moaning in fear through his gag and trying to shake himself free, but he had nowhere to go.  Bracing herself, she gave the tape a huge pull and managed to rip it all off in one big swish.  He screamed into his gag again and began crying in earnest.  His head banged a few times against the wall stud behind him and she was worried that he might hurt himself.  Fortunately, he quickly stopped that. 

     She threw the tape she had ripped off into a corner of the room and sat back in her chair to watch him.  Slowly, very slowly, he stopped fussing and just sat and cried.  She let him shed his tears for a few minutes, but she didn’t want to wait forever.  His male thingy was visible again.  The top of it looked bright red from where the tape had been stuck to it and then ripped off.  She was sure it probably hurt a bit, but that wasn’t her problem. 

     She picked up the plastic container again and took the lid off.  She placed it in front of him.  “I need you to do something now,” she said.  “I’m going to untie your hand from the board.”  He made no reaction at all other than his continued crying.  Cautiously, she untied the rope and freed his left arm.  She watched as he immediately grabbed his male thingy with that hand and squeezed it protectively.  She expected it to grow larger again, but it didn’t.  It did nothing at all.  Had she damaged it somehow? 

     His free hand suddenly went up to the tape that was wrapped around his head, holding the panties firmly in his mouth.  She grabbed his arm and pulled it away.  “Don’t touch!” she warned.  “Or those panties will stay there all night again.”  His arm pulled away easily this time and returned to his injured private part. 

     She sat down in her chair again and stared at him intently.  He was finally looking at her.  Though still crying a bit, his eyes looked clearer and more focused.  “I need you to… jerk yourself off into that container… and don’t let any of it miss!”

     Roger just stared at her with disbelief.  She was certifiably crazy!  He couldn’t in a million years do that right now.  All he could do though was to shake his head and try to say “I can’t,” through his gag – which of course she couldn’t understand.

      “I’m waiting,” she said angrily.  “Start playing with it!”

     She just didn’t get it.  Roger shook his head again.  It wouldn’t work even if he wanted it to. 

      “You want those panties out of your mouth?” she asked angrily.

     He nodded.  He desperately wanted them gone.  They not only filled his mouth uncomfortably, but they reeked of stale urine and tasted even worse.

      “Then get busy!  They stay in till you do as you’re told!  Now fill that container!”

     Fill it?  She had to be kidding?  Obviously it was a bad choice of words on her part.  But he did want the panties out of his mouth and she wasn’t giving him much of a choice again.  Reaching down, he grabbed himself with his free hand and started doing what he could.  It was the wrong hand though, which made matters even more difficult. 

      “Why isn’t it getting any bigger?” she asked, angry because nothing seemed to be happening.

     Did she really expect him to answer that?  He just shook his head. 

      “Make it bigger!” she yelled. 

      “He moaned angrily through his gag at her.  He was trying, but she had just hurt him badly down there!  Besides this wasn’t exactly a very sexually stimulating situation – just the opposite in fact.  Geez!  He thought kids knew a lot more about sex now days than she seemed to know. 

     When she still saw nothing happening, she cursed.  She checked her watch.  Darn it!  It was time to call her mother.  She had so much wanted to tell her that she had done as she wanted, but he wasn’t cooperating!  “Keep at it!” she yelled.  “Don’t you dare stop till I can see that thing full!”  Frustrated, she stomped off to make her call.

     Carol dialed the prison number and had to wait while her mother was called to the phone.  “Hi Momma,” she said at last.

     Janice caught the tone of her daughter’s voice.  “What’s wrong dear?  Tell me!”

      “Oh Momma.  He’s not being very cooperative all of a sudden.  I had to fight with him to even get him to try to do… you know… into the plastic container.”

     Janice was instantly worried.  Fight with him?  “Carol, did he hurt you at all?”

      “No, Momma.  He couldn’t.  I had him tied up… mostly.”

      “Mostly?”

      “Yeah.  Just his one hand was free.”

      “Listen dear, you be careful.  Men can be stronger than you think!  They can hurt you before you even know it!”

      “Don’t worry, Momma.  I’m fine.  And I won.  Believe me!”

      “So what happened dear?”

     Carol told her mother exactly what had happened since dinner from beginning to end.  The whole time she was talking, Janice was thinking hard.  When Carol had finished, she said, “Listen dear.  I think when you pulled the tape off, you hurt him.  Probably badly.  And now we’re going to have a bigger problem.”

     Carol was shocked and heartbroken.  “You mean he won’t ever be able to…”

      “No dear,” Janice corrected her daughter.  “I’m sure he’s going to be just fine.  But that area where the tape was is very sensitive.  And pulling all that hair out had to hurt him something fierce.”

      “He did scream like I couldn’t believe,” Carol admitted.  “And you should have heard some of the words that came out of his mouth afterwards!”

     Janice almost laughed.  “I have no doubt.  So he hasn’t been able to make it hard yet?”

      “Not as of when I left him.”

      “Then when we’re done here, let him try a little longer.  If he hasn’t made any progress after a few more minutes, then it’s probably not going to happen tonight.  You’ll have to try again in the morning.”

      “I will, Momma.  One way or another, I’ll make him do it.”

      “Good girl.  But Carol, listen closely.  If you hurt him bad enough for him to fight that hard, then it’s not a good sign.  He’s going to be more unpredictable and harder to control.  Don’t you dare let him loose in any way where he might be able to hurt you before I can figure out what to do with him.”

      “Don’t worry Momma.  I’ve got him completely under control.”

      “I hope so!  Now listen dear.  Tomorrow morning, if you have to get him to try it again and he still isn’t making any progress… you may have to do it for him.”

      “What?  What are you talking about?”

      “Carol, it’s not that hard.  Just tie him up real good so he can’t get in your way.  Then you’re going to have to manipulate him down there yourself till he does it.”

      “Manipulate him?”

      “Yes.  Start by just stroking him softly.  It may take a while, but I think that with your delicate touch he may just come around eventually.  You may have to keep at it for a while.  If he doesn’t start to get hard in half an hour or so, then you may have to try it again later till he does respond.”
      “Half an hour?”

      “It may take that long, dear.  Of course, I’ve known some men who couldn’t even last a minute.”

      “I hope he’s one of those!” Carol exclaimed.

      “I hope so too, dear.  But don’t count on it.  Just keep your touch soft till he starts to grow harder.  The harder he gets, the harder and faster you can manipulate him.”

      “I hope I don’t have to do this, Momma.”

      “I hope so too dear.  But trust me, it’s really not that hard.  And you watch yourself, don’t let any of that nasty stuff touch you!”

      “Don’t worry, Momma, I’ll be careful.  And I’ll take care of it… one way or another!”

      “Good girl, Carol.  Now I’m going to call you tomorrow morning after I’ve had a chance to think about things a bit.  Make sure I’ve got your cell phone number straight.”  Janice rattled off a string of numbers that her daughter had told her earlier and Carol confirmed that it was correct.  “Okay dear.  I’ll talk to you tomorrow.  And you be careful with him!  Remember, he’s a man… he’s dangerous!

     Roger half-heartedly played with his penis, but there was absolutely no joy in it.  No response either… not that he really wanted any.  The darn thing still stung quite a bit too.  He thought he heard her talking to someone in the other room, but he couldn’t hear more than a faint mumble that might have been her voice once in a while.  But he did hear her footsteps when she finally came back again.

      “You still can’t make it work?” she asked with disgust as soon as she saw that the plastic container was still empty.  She wanted to kick him, but she fought the urge.  When she pulled the plastic container away, he took his hand away from himself there.  She could see that the top of it was still red.  Maybe she had hurt him. 

     She went back through the stud wall and grabbed some of the rope and carried it back in front of him.  “Don’t give me any trouble,” she warned.  He didn’t even shake his head.  As she grabbed his free wrist and started tying the rope to it, she saw him lean his head back against the board behind him and close his eyes.  He offered no resistance at all as she pulled his arm out to the next board over and tied it in place.  When she was satisfied that he wasn’t going to get loose in anyway, she stood over him again.  His eyes were still closed.  Was he crying?  With the gag over his mouth, it was hard to tell, but she thought she saw a hint of moisture around both of his eyes. 

      “You can just stay there tonight!” she said with more than a hint of anger still in her voice.  “And think about learning to do as you’re told!  Maybe next time, you’ll be more cooperative.”  He made no reaction at all to her words.  Did he even hear her?  She was sure that he did. 

     She left him and went back out to the living room to watch TV.  A while later, she got bored with the shows and went back to his kitchen where his laptop computer was located.  She went back to the internet, and back to studying the bondage pictures again.  She saw several pictures that gave her ideas and she studied them carefully.  But there was one series of photos that caught her attention more than anything else had.  In a way, they looked rather funny – in a way.  And they definitely gave her ideas.